260 - June 23, 1967

[bunniefuu]

[narrating] - My name is Victoria Winters.

A brilliant afternoon sun

brightens the walls of Collinwood,

and all is silent except for the cries

of the gulls that circle overhead

and the buzz of the bees in the meadows.

But not far from the great house,

there is one who cannot know the sunlight--

only the darkness of a prison cell in which she is to die.

There is one who would save her but he is haunted by fear,

fear that her salvation would mean his own death.

[bell tolling]

[thinking] - Three. :.

That means she has only two hours,

three at the most to live.

I gotta do something.

I can't let her die.

I can't.

Barnabas, it's you who should die.

Then, we'd be free-- both of us.

I should take this hammer,

go downstairs, and k*ll you!

That's what I should do!

[thinking] But what if he didn't die?

He'd come after me...

and I can't begin to imagine what he'd do.

Those eyes.

No, I can't do anything.

He has too much power.

I wish I could help her, but I can't.

I can't.

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[eerie music]

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[footsteps]

[door creaking open]

Maggie?

Maggie, I brought you food.

Maggie?

Can't you hear me? It's Willie.

- Willie.

- You all right?

- I think so.

- What's that you're holding?

- My doll.

- A doll? Where'd you get it?

- I found it.

- Found it? In here?

- Yes.

- Now, what would a doll be doing in here?

Let me see it. - No!

- Hey, okay, just take it easy.

I brought you some food.

- I'm not hungry.

- Well, at least drink this.

- What is it?

- Milk.

- I don't want any.

- Go ahead, drink it. It'll do you good.

No!

- What's the matter? - Don't drink it.

- Why not?

- It's poison.

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I wanted your death to be easy.

- My death.

- Barnabas is planning to k*ll you.

- How?

- I don't want you to die the way he'll do it.

That's why I brought you the milk.

I wanted your death to be easy.

- Death? No.

- Listen, he'll be here in a few hours.

You can decide how you want to die.

I'll leave it up to you.

- I don't want to die.

Please don't let me die.

- There's nothing I can do.

- Oh, there is. You can let me escape.

- You know I can't. He'd come after me.

He'd k*ll me-- or worse.

- Pretend you don't know anything about it.

You could escape with me.

Willie... Willie, don't let me die.

- There's nothing I can do for you.

- Willie. Willie, please.

Please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

Willie.

Willie, please!

Willie!

Willie!

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["London Bridge" playing]

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- Why were you crying?

You mustn't cry.

Only babies do that.

- How did you get in here?

- I guess I wanted to know why you were crying.

- Are you real or am I just imagining you?

- You found my doll. I thought I lost it.

Do you like my doll?

I'll let you keep it if you do,

but you've got to promise to give it back.

- Oh.

Little girl, come here.

You are real.

I'm not just imagining you.

Little girl, I don't know who you are

or why you're here,

but you must help me.

You've got to tell someone that I'm locked in here

so they can come and get me.

You must tell my father.

His name is Sam Evans.

You've got to tell him where I am.

You can find him.

I'll tell you how to find him.

Please, little girl,

you've got to help me.

You've got to.

If I stay in here, I'll die.

- You mustn't die.

I don't want you to die.

- Then please say you'll help me.

Please do.

- How?

- Well, you can tell me how to get out of here.

Can you tell me?

- I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

It's a secret.

- Look, please, little girl, you don't understand.

- If I tell anyone, I'd be punished.

- [exhales]

Can you tell me how to get out of here at all?

Please.

- My father said that I couldn't tell anyone--

not even my brother.

I wasn't even supposed to know about it,

but I found out.

- You do know a way!

If you do, you've got to tell me,

because if I stay in here, I'll die.

Do you want me to die?

- No.

- Well, then, tell me.

Is there anything you can tell me?

- I know a riddle.

- A riddle?

- It tells the way to get out of here.

- Well, what is it?

- One, two, away they flew.

Three, four, by the door.

Five, six, count the bricks.

Seven, eight, the clue is great.

Nine, ten, home again.

- One, two...

Can you say it again?

- I can only say it once.

You've got to figure it out by yourself.

- One, two...

Oh, please, little girl.

If you know the way out of here, you've got to--

Little girl?

Little girl.

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- Hello.

- Well, where did you come from?

- Outside.

- Oh, I thought I locked the front door.

Are you looking for something?

- I'm looking for a man named Sam Evans.

- Well, I'm Sam Evans. What can I do for you?

- Did you paint all these pictures?

- Mm-hmm, yes, I did.

- They're very pretty.

- Why, thank you.

- Can you paint a picture of me?

- Well, you'd make a very good subject.

- A man painted my picture once, but that was a long time ago.

- Ah.

And you're here to commission a painting, is that it?

- Commission?

- [laughing] Never mind.

- Won't you paint a picture of me?

- Mm, would you settle for a drawing?

- You'll draw a picture of me?

- Well, why not?

Now, let me get my sketch pad.

- Will you give it to me when it's finished?

- Oh, I might.

- Please say you will.

- [laughing] All right...

if you promise not to tell the other kids in the neighborhood,

because this is just for you.

- Don't worry. I won't.

I'm good at keeping secrets.

I know lots of them. - Do you?

- Lots and lots. - All right.

Now, you sit right here.

There. There, that's fine.

Okay.

What's your name?

- Sarah.

- Oh. Do you live around here, Sarah?

- Near here.

- Well, I don't recall ever seeing you before.

- I went away for a long time.

Then, I came back.

- Uh-huh.

And are you glad to be back?

- I don't know. I'm not sure.

- Well, that's a pretty dress you're wearing.

- I've got lots of dresses that are prettier than this one.

- Ah. Do you always dress that way?

- Don't you like my dress?

- Oh, it's very pretty.

It's a little unusual.

- Why? - Oh, I don't know.

I guess I'm just not used to seeing

little girls dressed that way.

- I don't play with other little girls,

so I don't care what their dresses are like.

- I see.

- Do you have a little girl?

- I did, but Maggie was a big girl.

She was much older than you.

- Where is she now?

- Well, she's gone.

- Where did she go?

- I don't know.

- You look sad.

Do you miss her?

- Very much.

- Did you look for her on the beach?

- Yes, I've-- I've looked for her everywhere.

- Everywhere?

- Yeah, I've looked for her everywhere I could look,

and I haven't been able to find her.

- Did you look down on the beach?

- The beach? - The beach below Widow Hill.

Did you look there? - No.

- Why don't you look for her on the beach?

- Because I know I won't find her there.

- You might, if you go there tonight.

- Why do you say that?

- I want you to find her. Don't you want to find her?

- More than anything else in the world,

but I know I won't find her there.

- You might. I'll bet you would.

- What?

- Aren't you going to finish my picture?

- Yes, yes. I'll be finished with it in just a second.

I just have to fill in this nose.

There, that does it.

Sarah?

Sarah.

♪♪

[wind whistling]

[birds chirping]

♪♪

- I've got to remember that riddle.

What was it?

One, two, away they-- they flew.

[thinking] Three, four, door.

Door rhymes with four.

That's what she said.

Three, four, near the door.

There's something near the door.

What? What?

Five, six. Sticks?

No, the bricks.

She said bricks.

Five, six, count the bricks.

Count them. From where?

Seven, eight-- what was it? What?

Something. Something about a clue.

Something that rhymes with "eight," but what?

What? Oh, think. Think.

Great. That's it.

The clue is great.

What does that mean-- the clue is great?

Great meaning big, large, important.

The clue is large.

That doesn't make any sense.

It doesn't make any sense at all.

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- The clue is great.

What does that mean?

What does it mean?

Great... Wait a minute.

She could have meant <span tts:fontStyle="italic">grate.</span>

Grating.

But the clue is--

the clue is the grate.

There is a grating!

Oh!

"Three, four, near the door."

Near the door.

"Five, six, count the bricks."

The bricks.

Count the bricks.

There must be something behind the bricks.

Which way?

Five, six, count...

six bricks down?

Down from the grating?

[wind whistling]

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Six bricks away...

down from the grating.

That must have been what she meant,

but there's dozens of bricks.

Which one? Which one?

[footsteps]

Oh, no.

One, two, three...

It's got to be one of these.

It's got to be!

[footsteps] No.

One, two, three...

Wait. One more.

[footsteps]

This one. It's number six.

This must be it.

[thudding] Oh!

I can't budge it. I can't budge it.

[unlatching click] There!

♪♪

- Maggie?

Maggie!

Maggie Evans, I can hear you.

I know you're very close.

You won't escape.

You can never escape.

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[eerie music]

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